I didn't know if she had read my mind, or if she simply felt it—sensed it from the way the aura wrapped itself around me like old skin. Either way, it was too much. Too sudden. Too real. The fact that someone out there knew this secret, a truth so buried that even the Creator himself had never pointed it out, shook something loose inside me. It made my throat tighten. My flames flicker unevenly.
How? How did she know?
And more than that—why?
Where was the connection between me and the other me supposed to end? Did she also possess this power when she lived in this demon world?
She must have... right?
It would make sense. It would explain everything. But then again, what if it was just my mind twisting itself in circles, trying to find clarity in a storm that never truly stopped? What if there was no connection, no answer, just fragments of pain and echoes of lives that were never mine to begin with?
Or worse…
What if I wasn't remembering at all?
What if I was becoming her?
